‘Where did the money come from?’
‘That was all right. His pension was due; they have not shown any sign of being in funds.’
‘What explanation did she give of having answered the bell when Mr Phelps rang for the coffee?’
‘She said that her husband was very tired and she wished to relieve him.’
‘Well, certainly that would agree with his being found, a little later, asleep in his chair. There is nothing against them, then, but the woman’s character. Did you ask her why she hurried away that night? Her haste attracted the attention of the police-constable.’
‘She was later than usual, and wanted to get home.’
‘Did you point out to her that you and Mr Phelps, who started at least twenty minutes after her, got home before her?’
‘She explains that by the difference between a ’bus and a hansom.’
‘Did she make it clear why, on reaching her house, she ran into the back kitchen?’
‘Because she had the money there with which to pay off the brokers.’
‘She has at least an answer for everything. Did you ask her whether in leaving she met anyone or saw anyone loitering about Charles Street?’
‘She saw no one but the constable.’
‘Well, you seem to have cross-examined her pretty thoroughly. What else have you done?’
‘The clerk, Gorot, has been shadowed all these nine weeks, but without result. We can show nothing against him.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Well, we have nothing else to go upon—no evidence of any kind.’
‘Have you formed any theory about how that bell rang?’
‘Well, I must confess that it beats me. It was a cool hand, whoever it was, to go and give the alarm like that.’
‘Yes, it was a queer thing to do. Many thanks to you for what you have told me. If I can put the man into your hands you shall hear from me. Come along, Watson!’
‘Where are we going to now?’ I asked, as we left the office.
‘We are now going to interview Lord Holdhurst, the Cabinet Minister and future Premier of England.’
We were fortunate in finding that Lord Holdhurst was still in his chambers at Downing Street, and on Holmes sending in his card we were instantly shown up. The statesman received us with that old-fashioned courtesy for which he is remarkable, and seated us on the two luxurious easy chairs on either side of the fireplace. Standing on the rug between us, with his slight, tall figure, his sharp-featured, thoughtful face, and his curling hair prematurely tinged with grey, he seemed to represent that not too common type, a nobleman who is in truth noble.